St. Nicholas/Volume 40/Number 12/Fairy Castle

by Margaret A. Dole

This is a fairy castle, This bubble light as air, And if I blow it large enough, And use the greatest care, The silver doors will open, So I can step inside; And there I ’ll find a fairy prince, And I ’ll become his bride.

The rooms are all enchanted With sunbeams pink and gold, And moonbeams, blue and silver, Their glittering scepters hold. They ’ve gauzy wings like fire-flies, And dance, and sing, and play With me, and with my fairy prince, Who ’ll do whate’er I say.

I’ll own the Spring of Happiness O’er which the castle grew, The Fountain of Eternal Youth, And Beauty ever new.

But—a dragon guards the entrance, And when I draw too near, He runs inside the castle, And makes it disappear.